I’ve been on this earth for the last 50 odd years and during my time on earth, I don’t have any pictures of myself and my brothers when we were babies and young children. These are huge parts of my life that I am missing as I don’t have any photographs to remember them by. My partner’s parents knew the importance of having childhood photos, so I have little pangs of jealously as she thumbs through her albums wishing I had photos to remember my childhood by. I now have a daughter and I will take pictures of her everyday day that she is with me. I will document her life as she grows into a beautiful young woman and beyond, not only will she have digital images, she will also have prints to remember her childhood by. The day will come when she looks for photos of me and her and the photos she will find will be priceless.
What memories will your children find in the years to come?
When was the last time you were truly loved your photos of yourself?